A/N: This story's been swimming around my head for quite some time, and I have just now finally found the opportunity to type it out. Hope you all (all six of you) enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Titans or anything involved with them, however, I might challenge the legality of that…please don't sue me crazy corporate lawyers.

"Damn," he said with the cruelly un-warming sun beating down above him "it's cold as hell out here!"

"Tell me something…how can it be cold as hell?"

"It doesn't mea—don't be an ass."

"Shut up Ariel, the truck is pulling in now." Said a girl with short, light red hair. She was just short of five feet four inches tall. She looked to be about 17 years old, and would appear to the causal passerby as a normal teenager and wholly unremarkable were it not for the sunglasses she had always been seen wearing, concealing her eyes, the red composite armor, and the sword that she held in her left hand. The armor consisted of a Brest and Back plate, a pair of gauntlets and bracers, a plate on top of each thigh, a belt of the same material which held: at least half a doze pouches, several knives, a sheath for her sword, and greaves attached to heavy boots with a two-inch heel; none of which detracted from her impressive form. The black bodysuit, which covered her whole person to the middle of her neck underneath the armor, assisted in this as well.

"You know, Thorn, we're not assaulting Dieppe here. You could leave some of your gear back home."

"What's the point of having toys if I'm not going to use them?"

"You want to have the first got, or shall I?"

"Age before beauty…" she said making a hand gesture from her stance on the edge of the roof for her partner to go first.

"Ladies first, I insist." He said from his own perch, making a low bow and then looking up at her.

"Alright, but don't be angry if I take out the opposition before you've landed."

As she finished speaking Black Thorn raised her arms outwards and fell back off the ledge of the 40 story bank, she began to twist almost as quickly and after a few 360 degree flips and assorted other flashy moves—which were unnecessary but she liked to do it—she straightened out and landed, on her feet, about 15 feet away from one of the—very startled—security guards.

The force from the impact knocked him back and he tripped over the curb, banged his head on a streetlight and knocked himself out.

The other four were slightly more problematic.

The one nearest to his fallen comrade went for his sidearm, he was fast, he managed to pull it almost three inches from the holster before his right forearm was broken by a kick from Black Thorn which elicited a quickly silenced cry of pain when she followed it up with a kick to the chest that sent the guard flying into the side of the truck and putting him out of commission.

A bullet soared past her head and impacted the ground near a woman cowering behind a small tree which gave her very little cover making her cry all the harder.

Her partner, who had landed only moments after her, silenced the user of the offending firearm with a few well-placed blows. A few bullets streaked towards him and he moved his unconscious guard in front of them, he knew the man was wearing a bulletproof vest—he found out when he punched him in the stomach and it didn't quite knock the man out.

The third guard, the only one who had managed to fire off any aimed shots, was close in on fast by Black Thorn. She knocked his gun away and proceeded to punch him several times before putting her leg behind his and the pushing him over onto the ground where he didn't move afterwards.

She turned her back to take care of the last guard when she heard the cocking of a gun quite clearly behind her and she froze, mid stride.

The guard she had put down was not quite as unconscious as she thought.

She knew it, this was it, 'One stupid little mistake and now some damn security guard is going to splatter my brains all over the pavement' She thought.

Just as the guard was about to pull the trigger the unconscious body of his coworker thrown on top of him, putting him out for the remainder of the short fight.

"Thanks."

"It's nothing, really."

The final guard was lying across the driver's seat of the armored car franticly trying to operate the radio.

"Dispatch! Dispatch! This is Car-7 we are under attack! Repeat, we are under attack! Corner of Maple and—"

The guard's transmission was cut off as he was dragged out of the cab by his ankles and thrown across the street where he collapsed and lay unconscious.

The car's transmitter crackled in "Car-7. Car-7, come in, this is dispatch, we have your location and backup is now in route. I repeat…"

"What time?" Black Thorn asked.

"Just hit three minuets."

"Come on, let's grab the shit before the cavalry arrives." Black Thorn said as she walked over to the back doors of the armored car.

"You should be more careful next time." Ariel said as he smashed the lock on the doors in and then opened them.

"Relax, Ariel. There isn't a single bullet out there with my name on it"

"You don't have to worry about the one with your name on it. You've got to worry about the one marked 'To whom it may concern…'"

"Maybe you could wax poetic later, you know, after we're in the clear?" She asked sarcastically as she affixed small electronic discs to the bags inside the armored car.

"Magic runes and speed won't protect you forever," he continued without looking up from his own set of devices to attach "and we've got a great operation going here, I don't want it to all fall to shit because you got a little full of yourself."

She looked up and gave him a cold glare that he ignored. Ariel finished his work and they both stepped out of the armored car.

"Ok," She said as they both took a few steps away from the vehicle "I'm sending it all back in: three…two…one…" Black Thorn hit a button on what looked to be her watch and the bags in the truck faded a little then small bolts of green lightning crackled around them and then there was a flash of white light and the bags had seemingly flashed out of existence.

"How in god's name did we ever work with out these?" Ariel said holding up a disk.

"I don't think we'll ever really remember that." She looked over her shoulder hearing sirens.

"We need to go." She said. Ariel quietly nodded his head in agreement then they both disappeared into the city and back to one of the multitude of officially uninhabited buildings strewn across the city.

Black Thorn walked up to the machine where the bags were sitting on a pad lit from beneath the floor, the same machine that had played a key role in the expedited removal of the target assets.

Ariel lifted one of the bags with great strain and placed it on an empty table. He reached for the zipper on the bag and pulled it open.

He knew exactly what was going to be inside. He knew the exact amount, what shape and size it would be in; he and Black Thorn had planned every detail in advance, and yet the color, and shine of the metal that confronted him awed both he and Black Thorn.

"Wow…"

"Yeah…"

"23 million in…"

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"…in gold bullion. And in broad fuckin' daylight too. And on a busy thoroughfare no less!" The detective explained the situation to Robin as he walked alongside him.

"Where there any witnesses, detective?"

"No, well, not very good ones anyway. Just one receptionist at the reserve bank where the truck was making its delivery. She—" He was cut short by Robin's hand.

"I'll ask her about it in a little, detective. Now, what about the transport guards, were any of them killed?"

"No. A handful of shell casings were collected but they appear to all be from the guards' weapons. Concussions and some broken bones scattered between them, but over all no serious injury. They're lucky, I've seen heists like this go a lot messier."

"How much time between the first alarm and the thieves' disappearance?" Robin inquired of the detective.

"From the time we got the call on dispatch to the armored car being in sight of the first responders? No more than four minuets." They continued walking towards the armored car.

"Four minuets to move out 3500 pounds of gold."

"I know! That's what got us baffled. It's like they just up and—"

"Disappeared…"

Robin walked back over to where the other Titans were standing, awaiting his orders.

"Alright, there aren't anymore leads for us to follow from here, everyone go back to the Tower for a debriefing. I just have one more thing to do and I'll be right there."

The Titans gave acknowledgement of their understanding and left the crime scene.

"Ok, just relax, your safe now. Please just tell me what you saw."

"I was…I was coming back from my lunch break…" she took a deep breath "I was a little late coming back, and I saw the truck pull up to the curb about a block ahead of me. And I knew that if Mr. Channing knew I had been late he would be really angry with me and would yell at me. So I started running, to get back to my reception desk to check the guards in and when I got to where they were some guy landed on the ground and kicked one of them into the wall I was standing next to. I hid as best I could on the sidewalk, and bullets were flying everywhere, and the thieves beat up all the guards and then it was over and they were gone."

"Did you get a good look at any of the thieves? How many were there? Can you describe them?"

"Uhh—I think one might have been a woman. And some one was wearing red. I don't know how many there were or what they looked like. I wasn't trying to see them."

"It's fine, you've been a big help, thank you." Robin walked over to the R-Cycle, climbed on, and made his way back to the tower.

"And with the nature of the crime, and the similarities between this one and the others, we can be pretty sure it's the same guys."

"How many total?" Raven asked.

"This makes number three."

"So what information do we have on the perpetrators?"

"Well, we are dealing with anywhere between two and five thieves, one possibly female, with unknown ages but estimated to be between 18-35. Were are unaware of their ethnicity, or any general description at all." Robin said from the front of the room where all the other Titans were sitting at a conference table.

"So what do we know about them?" Beast Boy asked.

"They like to steal things." Added Cyborg.

"But look at what they steal" said Robin "armored cars, all with millions of dollars worth of gold in them."

"And look at the situation. All taken when they pull up to their destination, all in broad daylight, few witnesses, and a flawless escape, always in under six minuets."

The board on the wall of the room was covered in evidence, newspaper clippings, crime scene photographs and other things the Titans were trying to use to solve the mystery behind the string of heists.

"These guys are skilled, amateur hour is defiantly over."

A/N: On a semi unrelated note: for all of you who caught the new episode of Teen Titans tonight (or really last night, given the time) I'm thinking the whole exchange at the end would go something like this…

"I'll show you guys what in it, you deserve it." Robin opens the case and everyone looks stunned.

"Dude! There's nothing in it!" Beast Boy yells.

"Yeah, what's your point? This is my best case!"